The laboratory's sterile light permeated the man's viscous rungs of wrinkle atop his forehead, forcing tiny beads of sweat down and over. Quite a nuisance, one would wonder, to be putting up with but he was far too busy to throw care about at present. He was nearly at his breakthrough point. His eureka moment. Oh, and it would be so beautiful. So very enlightening. As he turns the metallic beast around in his hands, he nearly drops it, the sheer volume of his partner's speech. He jumps upon his seat and looks over, slightly soiled by his own salty dew as the real world hits once more.
"Put that old toy down, Dayton - come watch this."
This red-headed man of the world drew much more inspiration from the world at large than Dayton would ever care to know, but he set many of the bars in genetic study - this earned enough of Steve's respect for him to tolerate his little wild wiles. This interruption however was highly warranted. A weight set in Dr. Dayton's stomach as he viewed the screen. It was fixed upon the news, over the truly shocking news.
"Rita Farr, actor has been found in a critical state by fellow stars on the film set of "Chiller!" this morning. It is believed that, while working in the tropics of Africa, she may have received a bite of some sort from one of the more venomous animals on the continent. From the team at the Seven O'Clock News, hope you have a quick recovery Miss! In other --"
He groans, slightly unsure of himself. What was he meant to feel now?
"I thought you would want to see that,"
Dr. Caulder throws out sharply. "I know you two had history - I'd place my life on us seeing more of her soon."
With that the ulterior being resumes his silent viewing and the sweaty tinkerer is left so very unsure, left with the other's self assured knowing.